Jay had made sure that Ren was settled and fully asleep before he went to check on Adam. He knocked but got no response, so he walked in to find Adam coming out of the shower; the only towel on him was in his hand, drying his hair. It was nothing new between them. Hell, they'd seen each other naked since gym class in seventh grade. Adam barely acknowledged it, in fact, and began looking through his clothing, so Jay walked over and settled on his bed. When he finished dressing, Adam sat next to him, placing his hand on the other man's leg.
"So... getting married. That's crazy, man." he started, "Are you sure about this? You two have only been together for a few weeks."
"Yeah, I know. It's insane." Jay agreed, "But when something is right, you just have to go for it, you know? And this is it. She's the one."
Adam looked skeptical, "I've thought people were 'the one' before too, but I was wrong. Way wrong. Everything has just been so confusing in the past, but now... I mean, how did you know that she's really the one?" he asked.
"You can't know anything for sure, but... I don't know, man. She's my kind of crazy. She's hilarious. She can watch a movie a thousand times but still be surprised at the ending somehow. She can say some of the most sadistic things ever when she's mad, but then she cries when she sees animals for adoption at the shelter. I could spend every minute with her and never be bored. She's my best friend... other than you, of course." he said. "Also, I think what it really is... is there is no scenario that I could ever imagine happening that would make me stop loving her."
Adam thought about it. There were a few things I could do that would make him mad, undoubtedly, but he wasn't sure anything could ever change his feelings. However, he wasn't sure about what those feelings exactly were yet either. But Matt had said it though. Adam loved me and, somehow, my brother knew it. But what if he was wrong? What if he had planted that seed in Adam's head too early and now he was letting it grow way faster than it should? And the scariest thing for Adam was... what if he told me he loved me and then realized down the road that he didn't, just like some of the others?
Adam was known to throw that 'L' word out there too soon. His first marriage was a good testament to that, and he had talked to Matt about that a lot when it happened. He didn't want to think that his friend, my brother, was playing mind games to break up our relationship, but he just couldn't help it! It was what the evidence was all pointing toward, it seemed. Then again, Adam could just be acting paranoid about the whole thing.
"Why does all of this relationship stuff have to be so confusing?" Adam said, with a wry laugh, before he realized it left his mouth. When he did, he tried to change the subject quickly by adding, "Well, I'm happy for you two, dude. And I better be your best man."
"You know it!" Jay replied, but he had noticed something about Adam's demeanor that made him ask, "Why are you asking about all this 'the one' stuff anyway?"
"No reason." he responded, but Jay knew when he was lying to him. And Adam knew when Jay knew when he was lying too. "Okay... Matt straight up told me earlier that he knows I'm in love with Jeff. He didn't ask if I was, he just said that he knew. He could see it in my face in the picture he found or some bullshit. But now, I can't get those words out of my head, and it's got me thinking... if you knew it with her so quickly, that maybe this could be... I don't know! Things haven't felt like this in a long, long time. There's something so invigorating, so powerful between us now... but I don't know if it's exactly 'love' yet."
"And that's fine! You don't have to rush to define it. Just be glad you got it, you know?"
"I know. I just don't want to rush things and hurt him. Make him do something stupid." Adam said, looking up and Jay with genuine concern on his face. They both knew my past and how quickly I'd been triggered into a relapse before. They knew how guys had used me before. They knew how horribly I'd been treated. How devastating some breakups have been for me. And how once or twice I'd tried to kill myself.
"Well, I think... by realizing that already, that you won't." Jay replied, with a small smile. "Seriously though, everyone wouldn't have seen this coming decades ago if it wasn't something special, Adam. As cheesy as it sounds, I think you two are meant for eachother. But, hey, it took me forty years to find the love of my life; what the hell do I know? I just do know that it's nice to see Jeff happy again..." Jay said, before turning to Adam and kissing his forehead, "And to see you happy too...I guess." He added, mockingly rolling his eyes.
"Well, thanks." Adam smiled, "My mind's been screaming at me all day over this. It's not completely silent yet, but you've definitely turned the volume down."
"No problem. That's what I'm here for." Jay replied, with a slight chuckle. He put his hand up to Adam's temple and made a twisting motion, before he got up and headed toward the door.
Adam stopped him, though, asking, "What were you here for? When you first came in?"
"Oh, I was going to tell you and Jeff not to hump the walls down tonight." he replied, with a teasing grin. "Ren is pretty thrashed after that one and she needs her rest."
"We'll try our hardest, but no promises." Adam laughed, "No, for real, though. You wanted something. What was it?"
"Actually... I was going to ask if you wanted to go house hunting with me tomorrow. I figured she and I would need our own spot soon."
Adam thought for a moment and smiled, "I have to make a few phone calls, but think I know the perfect place."
After awhile, he came up to find me 'Hardy-fying" my room, as per requested. This was becoming a really personal piece, which I usually didn't do, but I really liked the way it was turning out. I was painting a version of the Virgin Mary, that had a heart in each of her hands and one had a scorpion resting on top of it. She had a halo that was glowing purple light and had eyes that were glazed over in white, indicating she was blind. There was also wings behind her, on the ground, that had been ripped from her back, and droplets of blood staining her white robes.
I had chose Mary, because I was a Virgo, the virgin. I chose the hearts in front of me because I felt like I was holding his and mine in my hands at the moment, waiting to see where this newfound path would take us. One had a scorpion, because Adam was a Scorpio. I had made her blind, because... well, love is blind. When it's true love, you don't care what the other person looks like, what they've done, what's happened in their past... all you care about is them. And I had a lot of qualities and experiences from my past that I know that Adam had to be overlooking. Also, it was a nod to how blind about our feelings the two of us had been over this long period of time. I had torn off the wings... well, because that's how I felt right now. I felt like the bird with couldn't fly. I couldn't go out and do what I loved anymore; it was official. Which is why the wings were placed behind her, because I knew I had to leave all of that high-flying behind me. There was no more jumping off of turnbuckles or ladders in my future and it devastated me beyond belief. But if this hadn't happened to me, maybe Adam and I would never have discovered this relationship. It was the one silver lining through all of this, I guess.
Adam was almost in a daze, as he slowly walked into the room, staring at the walls in front of him, "Holy shit."
I turned around and asked, "Is that a good 'holy shit' or a bad 'holy shit'?"
"Jeff, this is fucking amazing."
"Oh, good." I sighed, in relief, "I was worried you would think it was too religious-y or something."
"No." he replied, wrapping his arms around my waist, "I love it."
"You know, I've seen you sketch and stuff. I know you can draw too. Why don't you do something on one of the other walls? Or maybe the back of the door?"
"Oh, I can't do anything like this." he answered. "Plus, I've never really worked with paint... other than painting houses and stuff."
"Well, I'm sure we can find a way to add your style to the room somehow." I said, leaning in to meet his lips with mine. I was going to pull away, but he deepened things quickly, and soon, we were half-naked on the floor, rolling around like a couple of horny teenagers.
My shoulder bumped into the small step-stool I had set some buckets of paint on, causing one of the buckets to topple over and a pool of sky blue paint fell in the middle of Adam's chest.
"Oh, shit." he exclaimed, about to sit up and run to clean it off, but I pushed him back down to the floor. "What are you doing?" he asked, looking down at me with a curious smile, as I removed his pants and underwear.
"Decorating my favorite canvas." I replied, with a devious smile as I moved around over the top of him and got face to face with the pool of color. I began gently blowing the paint in all different directions, creating paths down the indentions of his musculature. The lines in his abs were the easiest to work with and he was wiggling and giggling underneath me as I traced them.
I then grabbed another can with a brush in it and dripped a few drops of bright red across his chest, directing them up toward his shoulders. I added a few droplets on his sides, getting them to river in between his rib bones. I put a few drips over his nipples and began blowing the paint up and down, and in all different directions.
Soon, he was panting heavily as I blew the paint down his stomach, until his hips jerked forward as my warm breath hit the tip of his penis. I dropped the brush and pushed his hips down, climbing back on top. He smiled devilishly, and flipped me over, then taking the brush in his hand. He quickly plastered a heart on my chest with a 'J+A' in the middle and stuck his tongue out at me.
He kissed me quickly before moving to my neck, licking and biting in all the right spots, as his hand began working my zipper down. He began rubbing me through my boxer-briefs as he kissed around the heart and scraped his teeth down my ribs gently. He was inching my pants down as he got lower, licking around the belly button before he paused and removed them completely.
I was going to get up and crawl over but Adam pushed me back down, and said, "Nope. Your turn now."
His fingers wrapped around me, pumping slowly, before his tongue peeked out to swirl around the head. Teasing me, tempting me... so agonizingly slow. I managed to squeak out a 'faster, please' before he sucked hard on the tip. Soon, he took me fully into his mouth as the pace increased. It was amazing; he had me writhing and moaning so loud, I was surprised Jay didn't come and complain. I tugged at his hair as he began taking me in deep, his tongue caressing underneath; I knew I wouldn't last much longer.
"Oh, oh god!" I yelled, "Adz, I'm 'bout to..." He flicked his tongue along the slit in the head and I released, him taking down everything I gave. "God, that was incredible!" I panted out, struggling to catch my breath.
"My name is Adam, but you can call me 'God' if you want to." He smiled, crawling up to lay next to me. I moved to roll on top of him and continue, but he stopped me. "No. Like I said, this was your turn. And, if everything works out like I plan... we'll have this house all to ourselves soon enough."